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Nearly like events in the past, was
covered in sweat when I woke up and the place that I woke in was not where I
went out. In fact it is the only place I have awakened in the past few days,
they could in fact have only been hours. I pulled the sheets off of me and sat
on the side of my bed and looked at the chair in front of me. It felt like I
haven't slept for days, maybe I haven't. It seems that I keep waking up at the
same time, maybe it has only been hours since I first met Serenity—I'm losing
my concept of time.
Everything continued to blend into
each other, I could figure out what was going on. In frustration I moved my
hands through my hair while keeping my fingers closed lightly to give my hair a
tug but not enough to rip out my hair—though it took out all of my loose hairs
to wind up in between my fingers. I did this several times while I was in deep
thought, not completely aware of my actions until I heard a noise on the other
side of the wall I was looking at in front of me.
My fingers tensed up as soon as the
sound began and before I knew it I had a hand full of my own hair. Whatever the
sound was, it was not coming from the inside of my apartment but of that of
another room that was against mine. It sounded like something was being pushed
up against the wall repeatedly. It wasn't anything just hitting the wall
because I could hear scratching on the ground as well; maybe furniture,
something heavy, wood against wood. Each sound up to another weren't rushed in
any way, not even anything being slammed against each other—like it was trying
to get my attention, to make me incredibly curious. It succeeded in whatever it
was trying to do because I began to wonder about the exact thing on what was
going on.
I got out of bed and walked to the
wall that was making the noise that intrigued me so greatly and whatever was
happening on the other side stopped immediately. I waited a few minutes to see
if anything else was going to happen, when I could hear anything I put my ear
against the wall to see if I could hear whispers or something similar. It was
completely silent; not even a single sound was coming from outside—for a second
I felt that I was deaf.
A slight shuffling began on the
other side and before I knew it a loud noise began that surprised me to the
point of jumping and falling onto my back. In my head it felt like the gates of
hell were opened and I happened to be in the midst of the initial fires but I
gained my composure seconds thereafter to realize that it was only music.
Crackling traveled through the
airwaves along with occasional skipping, I could tell for sure that the sound
was coming from a phonograph and a somewhat damaged record. I could make out
every sound that occurred in the recording like it was sitting right next to me
but I defiantly knew that this was not the case. I recognized the song, to
every single beat; it was 'The Thieving Magpie Overture' by Gioachino Rossini.
The sound of it was amazing, I loved every second of it but if anyone else was
inside this building, I had to know.
I couldn't stand a single bit
longer to not understand fully on what was going on so I rushed back up to my
feet and walkout out of my bedroom and into the living room. A sound continued
into the other room but I knew it wasn't the music playing because it sounded
to my left and not behind me.
On my left was roughly fifteen feet
of space and the wall with several obstacles in between us such as a few
couches and a coffee table. On the wall was nearly anything that would normally
compose a wall due to the entire wall being made of glass with about four
columns equally distant from each other. The sound that I could hear was
something like a tapping on the glass so I walked passed all of my furniture to
see what all of the noise—other than the music blaring in the background—was
about. It ticked somewhere above me but it was touching the glass, I couldn't
see anything so it was evident that the sound was at least somewhere out of my
view.
I grew restless and walked away
from the window to turn to look at the door to the outside on the other side of
the room. The ticking stopped after I walked a few feet away and I turned
immediately being still curious on what was going on with the window. Something
slighter than the original ticking began and it sounded from a location on the
window that was up from off the floor only five or six feet. It looked like a
rock chip was forming on the window and the glass was cracking slowly but
progressing with every second.
A loud screech sounded in the air
but not from that strange black figure from before but of something that could
fit itself comfortably in the animal kingdom. A bird. I couldn't say which one
but it was screeching bloody murder on the top of its lungs. I ran up to be
close to the window and I looked up into the sky to see the bird but all I
could see was the deep grey fog that was covering the city in more than just
darkness. A black figure shook on the distance and approached me within seconds
resulting for it to take a dive bomb to my window at the exact place to where
the rock ship and cracks were. A loud thud coincided with the bird running into
my window not cracking the glass anymore than it was but to show me the bird’s
final seconds before it passed away to hit the pavement below.
Blood splattered all around the
window showing that it was at a very fast impact but the fact that it hit where
the present cracks were and didn't create any more—let alone just crashing
through the window—was what intrigued me the most. In no way shape or form was
the bird planning to hit at that exact location or even an explanation to the
cracks in the first place. Blood slid down the window with a very thin
consistency rolling itself into every corner that gravity would let it.
Anything that could make any more
noise stopped, the bird was dead, the window seemed to still be intact so I
turned around and rushed towards the door to land me into the hallway. As I
entered the hallway I listened for the sound to get an exact location on where
the sound was coming from—even though I knew for an assuredly that it was
coming from the conjoining room to my right. I turned right and walked down
looking for the next door to appear. No more than another twenty feet was
another door, door number 303. This was in fact where the sound was coming from
due to the music’s intensity through the airwaves. A light shined from
underneath the door and shadows paced back and forth doing god knows what. As I
lifted up my hand to knock on the door I heard more than just music coming from
inside the room, it was talking and neither party sounded happy.
One voice began to scream at the
other and I could tell that it was coming from a man, then another that was
coming from a woman and she toned up the volume that was in the room. She
continued to yell louder and louder till the point that I heard a struggle. A
loud scream for help sounded from the woman sounded within the room along with
several threats to the man that was also in the room. I reached to the door
handle but I found that it was locked along with all of the other coincidences
that I have come across. Her screaming turned to that of a vibrating nature
like she was being shook by the other party that was within the room. That then
turned to a gurgling, I heard her cough up her lungs as liquid also sounded to
splash on the floor. I began to bang on the door not knowing what that was
going to accomplish but I had to make my presence known. She coughed up e few
words violently but I couldn't make out whatever she was attempting to say to
end up to be a snap that stopped all of the noise that she was making.
A large pair of feet walked calmly
in the room to turn off the music that was playing in the room, everything was
now quiet other than my heavy breathing. I took a few steps back to put my own
back against the wall that was behind me. Whatever happened inside that room
didn't sound good to the slightest; the palms of my hands were being pushed
against my forehead as I griped my hair into my fists. Did I just hear an occurring
of a murder? As the footsteps grew closer to me, I couldn't stand the thought
of anything that just happened.
The shadow on the other side grew
bigger to the point that it was blocking all light that was forming within the
room. I could see an eye appear through the peephole that was in the door, the
eye glistened with a frosty blue and excitement—if eyes could have emotions I could swear it
was smiling. It blinked a few times and I knew that whoever was on the other
side was aware of me as much as I was for whoever was looking at me. I braced
myself where I stood, preparing myself for anything that could happen next. I
held my breath waiting for the door to open, I clenched my fists in preparation
for a struggle but I could only feel like I didn't belong as the doorknob
clicked and began to turn.
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